"And what is that?" In anyone else, the expression might have been called a smile. In Auron's case, he was just slightly less grumpy than usual. It was good stout.
He had slung the red coat over the back of his chair, the dull black of his breastplate obviously metal. Sort of. This world was so strange.
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